Pas De Deux

Published in 'Til I'm Blue in the Face 2000

    Hello bath. Hello razor. Old Friends.
    How many layers of dead skin
    have we scraped away
    all these years?
    I used to be afraid of blood
    until I saw it on my face every day,
    driving to work with tissues
    all over my head.
    I looked like a geranium.
    Some things you can never get right,
    like holding a woman and telling her
    just because you can't dance
    doesn't mean you don't like the ballet.


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